BUDDHIST CHRONICLES
5
Yasodhara’s Lament
Tides of grief
through my veins
From this swollen heart into estuaries
I mourn the wrack
to come
I have stored pain like marrow
like treasure in the caves
of my bones
Bloodwaters crash and break
on this spiny shore
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This week’s poem continues the saga of Siddhartha and his family, after he has left home in search of enlightenment.
As always, I’d love to hear your poems, thoughts, feelings and insights on Poetry Sunday. Poems are the call and response of our hearts. Let’s share them and celebrate the love that we are, together.